Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
“I know,” and she did – had seen some of the darkest moments unfurling right before her very eyes, striking her in different blows and heathenous decrees. “If you don’t have time, I can ask. I intended to call for Frey again, after…,” the war. Her fingers clenched around one another again, intertwining in a sense of comfort. “But I would like to know, just the same.” If there was something else looming, blooming, growing afoot with the unease – how foolish or seditious would it be to conduct so many fiendish, cruel things while everyone else was distracted and deterred by the incoming battlefield? A foul nature – but the Caretaker couldn’t help the harsh threads moving through her mind.
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
